Hey this is Story my sister and I made up and we decided to share it :)
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Prologue
“Alick, take Josephine away from here now!” I heard my mothers yell coming from the hallway; my mother was usually a quiet and calm lady I had not heard her yell like that before so it came as quite a shock seeing as she was doing it now. Looking through my bedroom window all I could see was fire and people running around on the streets below the castle walls. I darted to my closet I grabbed my silk dressing gown to cover my night dress and a pair of slippers just as Alick our manservant ran into the room, distress etched all over his young face.
“What is it Alick?! What is going on?” I questioned fear in my voice.
“Hurry m’Lady thare is na time for explanations, we need tae git oot o' 'ere immediately!” he exclaimed taking my arm and leading me out of my chamber and down the narrow servants hallway. It was hard for my short eleven year old legs to keep up with the gangly eighteen-year-old Alick as he led me at a quick pace down some very dingy looking stairs to a hidden passage, my father had once shown me, that led under the castle walls and to the forest directly behind the castle.
“B-but Alick what about Ma and Pa?” I stuttered trying to figure what was going on “They need to come with us! Where are we going?”
“They will be fine, a'm taking ye somewhere safe; but ye hae tae be quiet m’lady or we will be foun’ out.” He explained dragging me out of the tunnel and into the forest; from what I could see of the sky through the mass of the tree tops, black skies now illuminated orange by the fire raging through the village and the stars were completely obscured from view.
Chapter One
11 Years Later..
“Halt…I hear something…” holding her hand up to stay Alick, she cocked her head to the left…Listening…Waiting…
“Game?” Alick questioned in a whisper, gazing around him puzzled as he had heard nothing at all.
“No, Hush!” Josephine hissed, pulling her dirk out of the waistband of her trews. She had given up wearing dresses many years ago as they were a pain to wear while hunting and she preferred the freedom of her trews and shirt.
“Bu-” giving him a jab with her elbow she pointed ahead of them to the left, where the louder rustles now came and the sound of horses hooves on compacted dirt were more promanant…
Out of the brush came a burly horseman clad in Campbell plaid and with a mane of red hair, completely unaware until his beadie eyes fell on the both of them. Campbells!
Without a thought Josephine hurls her dirk at the man and stabs him in the heart, dropping him instantly from his horse. But he was not alone seven more men come out of the brush two more on horse and the rest on foot, swords at the ready.
